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Tuesday, 18 January 2011

I'm working on self-publishing a collection of poems (through CreateSpace) and I'm in the process of editing and putting the book together. And as I'm re-reading them, I find that it's mostly hard for me to remember what was going on in my life at the time I wrote that one... some I'm a bit ashamed of... and then I also stumble across some that I don't really remember writing. Anyway, I'm just saying, that at this point I can actually read some of my poems as any of you do. Not knowing how it came to be. And I just wanted to share one.

Disappearing

big colourful dots behind
my eyes
a single tear in the corner
frozen expression turning
into stone
rocks swimming with the waves
diving deeper into the
cold water
there is no pain anymore, only discomfort
can't escape no matter how
deep I hide
numb feeling still remains
violin weeps for the
lost heart
veins are full of fire

there is nothing sure,
of where I'm going
if I let go off things
will I remember who I am
or will I just vanish
everything just a mere dream

I need to feel like I used to,
same intensity
in those familiar thoughts of mind
definition of reality I find
something to glue my future to
missing in advance...